Whispers of this evening

From a new place of love, I try to start a chapter again, discovering the purple shades of my heart, I watch the bubbles that form and burst.

I feel my soul expand beyond my skin, as if to feel the passing wind, as the greying light from the sky, bathes me softly all around. 

I look with new eyes, at the sky, till that endless point where it circles back to my earth, complete as every life should be.

Lighter, a little freer, I am asking no questions tonight, no sounds in my head, just the silence of the sailing-in night. 

This indigo that breaks slowly across the sky, I am with me and all without, just this journey inward that I am on tonight,

As I discover this place of wonder, and the things I never knew I have been carrying around.

Question

And I know, you wrote me off, but I cannot write you off even in another lifetime, so how do I live from here on? 

Shining light

This air I breathe, these spaces in my head, 

I float as if ether filled in my veins,

Impatience, tempered by belief, 

of the things we need, and the pain they bring,

Every breath turns me a little more blue,

As the color of the night sky seeps through my skin,

You are burnt in somewhere deep, 

in the sound of every breath, I suck in,

Looking up into the shining light,

I give away my love for you to the sky,

And I promise never to let go,

of this, that washes my very soul.

My life a road

If only you would once, I will get frozen forever, with that touch,

I am lingering, though I should have left these valleys long ago,

oh, my heart, not letting go of the nights, I have spent loving you,

A thousand roads ahead, but my soul is dithering hoping for you to join,

Gathering clouds, amidst this chill in the breeze, my life's been just an open road,

always wondering, if I have lingered too long, 

these voices in my head, small things, little hurts, a few too many, 

weighing me down, drowning, the hateful people, I met and dumped along the way, 

souvenirs all, my body covered with their scars, 

But then my soul is not stuck in scars, it's waiting to be in your arms,

getting weathered, slowly burning away, unrequited, my passions, my love, 

all hanging as if with a finger to their lips, 

hopes, they eventually fade much like the things in the rearview mirror, 

but I am lingering on this road, to see if I could still be, whatever it was, I was meant to be.